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-SA4ll I carry you, NJ le CureF
| mo. my child, 30; one II us must have
shaaes u escape
-YoBdsr Is ths forest" TIE peasant sx-
/ claimea, suddenly. .'lsE as remain there until
| daylight, tAen We can % On
Bat tie priest refused Our days are
numbered. y said be, ''bat only few minutes
/ separate Demstrius Blanc from ths Judgment
Of God Remain IA the forest yourself, my
| boy. a. for ae, l must 90 on"
Fifty yards further. and they could dis
tinguish The frat shadewy line Of whitened
trees, ta1 beginning of the forest. They eonl-
menced 70 run, but the cold froze them. The
wind whipped their faces, the Snow beat upoa
them tro.a every direction aud the peril in
creased with every step Once under the
trees they had moments respite, but only
moments They we're now travelling by
chance, bewildsred am heiplessly submitting
70 all the horror and terror Of their position,
stumbling over the stones concealed beneath
the snow and slipping, falling and rising,
only To fall again.
We cannot 20 any further, NJ le Cure"
said Antoine AZ last, I'VE have nothing to
guide Us"
The priest did not reply, but, drawing .
match from his pocket. he managed 20 re-
light the lantern, which had gone OUT In the
struggle on the mountain, and locked about
him Antoine, pale, without a hat, bis
hands torn By the rocks and his clothes in
tatters, stood beside him, but not = trace Of
the road could be seen
"AntoiEe, my son." said the old cure ten
derly, Il ask your pardon for having brought
you with ne; should have come alone"
Disrespectful for the frst time in bis life,
the peasant only shrugged his shoulders.
Embrace me, my poor childl" the cure con-
tinued, almost in tears; and Antoine fell
upon his breast, weeping bitterly. ave
must 20 on, Antoine said the cure at last;
"if we remain here shall go TO sleep, and
10 sleep IS death"
Again they took up their painful march ,
but the Abbe Brock had relied too much
upon his strength; he staggered as he walked,
his limbs we're like lead, and his brain be-
numbed with cold.
Il am thirsty" said he suddenly; so
thirsty" And STOPPING down he took up a
handful of snow and lifted it to his lips; but
the peasant checked him. You must not do
that, NJ le Cure" said he; "have a little pa
tience."
All at once the old man staggered and
fell Antoine dropped the lantern and caught
him in ms arms. Give drink" he
: whispered family; Il die OF thirst"
Antoine uttered cry Of despair. "Help
helpl" he shouted as ii there were any one to
hear in that desolate solitude; "a holy man i:
} dying for want OF little wateri" His voice
rose even above the noise OF the wind and
tempest, but no other voice responded TO tho
} ! appeal ~Into thy hands, oh, Lord tbs
cure murmured.
Antoine knelt beside him, tears of grief anC
: pain falling from his eyes upon ths freezing
| flesh Of the good old able AT the end OF hi
, resources, exhausted and overcome with sor
| row, he lifted his pastor in his arms anC
| placed him beneath the shelter OF a roci
which formed sort Of recess ia the cliff
There they rested, plunged IN a deadly torpo
D hearing nothing-seeing nothing.
The wind ceased, the clouds dispersed
] | leaving behind them dark blue sky studde,
D with brilliant points.
5 ''It is paradise" murmured the Abb
j Brock, "but in the name Of pity give m
water or a little snow"
: at would be better to take poison, II.
7 Cure" tho peasant replied.
. "Ah, but l suffer sol suffer sol"
Have you a knife, II. lie Cure!" cried tn
{ peasant, hesitatingly.
4 YES answered the priest, his voice slmos
: a whisper; ''take it from my pocket" Their
r was a moments silence, then Antoine spok
d again.
Q "Open your mouth, N le Cure" said be
e 'open il and drink; it is blood, fresh an
s warm
4
!, sacrifice which this poor peasant had mad
y for, him, applied his lips to tine arm Of Al
q tome (wh0 had pricked vein like the chamo
: hunters Of the Alps when overcome by fatigu
q and thirst. Life and energy returned to hiI
as he drank. MY chiidl" he cried, "yo
have saved your pastor; God viii remembe
o and reward you"
II At tins moment there was the sound {
70 voices calling in the distance. Antoine al
D swered, and soon a group OF mountaneal
l. appeared in sight. For hours they had e.
a posed themselves to the fury Of the storl
a seeking for this man Of God.
:, The following morning the Able Brock r
70 turned to his home. Demetrius Blanc w
s. dead and had died true Christian.
10 But no one was ever able to make Antoir
ID Favel believe that he had done act
,e beroism. Translated from the French
Charles Buet for The San Francisco Chronicl
Ia How Carrier Pigeons are Trained.
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